est. 2008

“This time, I’ll be sailingNo more bailing boats for meI’ll be out here on the seaJust my confidence and me

And I’ll be awful sometimesWeakened to my kneesBut I’ll learn to get byOn the little victories

This time, I’ll have no fearI’ll be standing strong and tallTurn my back towards them all

And I’ll be awful sometimesWeakened to my kneesI’ll learn to get byAnd I’ll learn to get byOn the little victoriesAnd if the world decides to catch up with meIt’s a little victory.”-Little VictoriesMatt Nathanson, Beneath These Fireworks

You go forward, you take what wins you can but you do not let them define you. You do not build Rome in a day, you do not cave to the pressure to achieve some social standing utopia. Even if you did, you’d be disappointed by it, empty with nothing to show for yourself but wasted time. Instead you stay true, you go forward, and you wake up each day to chisel away at the block of marble that is your life’s potential, finishing your own one-of-a-kind masterpiece.

Somewhere, probably some cheesy movie, I heard some line about life being a gift, and having no intention to waste it. I’ve felt that way but I’ve also felt trapped. I’ve felt the dark shadow of mountains towering before me render me useless, leaving me saying “What the hell do I think I’m doing here?” But I haven’t given up, and I’ve cleaned up and tossed out the clutter.

I am going to start an adventure, finally, and I am not going to look back. I have no intention to waste it.